Still Life

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

Be still

To weild the day

And to forget the ticks of time.

Drive just to drive,

Does it matter if there is a destination?

A still life

Is still Life,

Wether for a moment

Or a day.

How can we listen

If we are surrounded by noise?

To simply breathe

Reminds us why we must do it at all.

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